Chapter 1780： I'm more angry

As the leader of the holy sword mercenary group, he is the master of this battlefield. Jesma is the name of a person and the shadow of a tree. For so many years, no one dares to fight his face.

But this time, the rise of the Li Family Army even meant to provoke the Holy Sword Mercenary Corps.

"Why, a small mercenary corps, but also me? I can't help it? The holy sword shot?"

Jesma snorted coldly, "Should I lower my status and attack the Li Family Army? It's ridiculous!"

His holy sword mercenary group has 50,000 people!

This scale, the entire Middle East battlefield, can not find a second, even if the second and third ranked together, it is comparable to the scale of his holy sword.

Asking him to take action to kill the Li family army is really bullying.

"Yes, the subordinates are wrong, the mere Li family army is not worthy of my holy sword!"

The subordinates said immediately.

They did not admit that the Li family's army was powerful and was noticed by the Holy Sword Mercenary Corps. It was regarded as a commendation for them.

"But, I don't like them."

Before he could finish speaking, Jasma said again.

With his mouth open, there was half a sentence behind, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

This change is too fast.

"They made my mood fluctuate and affected my sleep."

Jasma said, "They must be punished a little."

"The chief, please order!"

The subordinates respectfully said.

Simply let Jasma give the order, he didn't want to guess, so tired.

"I want you to lead 20,000 soldiers and wipe out half of them,"

Jasma's tone was light, but his murderous aura was very heavy, "You don't have to kill all, just kill half."

This is a warning, but not his holy sword mercenary group bullying people.

"Yes!"

The people immediately shouted.

With 20,000 soldiers and horses, there is no problem in directly destroying all of the Li family's army. Only half of them are destroyed. On the contrary, they need to be merciful, which is even more difficult.

After Jasma finished speaking, his subordinates quickly turned around and walked out, lest Jasma made some strange requests.

For this kind of thing, a quick decision is the best.

The Holy Sword Mercenary Corps hasn't made a move for a long time, and it always makes this battlefield tremble for a while!

After making the arrangements, Jesma leaned on the sofa, half-closed her eyes, her face feeling in control.

"No matter who you are behind, as long as it's not him, it doesn't matter. Even if you are from the third world, I'm just as welcome."

One hundred million U.S. dollars is not a small sum, he must get it.

Jasma clapped her hands, preparing for today's show.

But after shooting for a long time, no woman came in.

"Ok?"

He opened his eyes and took a look, "You have become naughty, are you going to play hide and seek with me?"

It’s not that he has never played this kind of game. It is a bit fun, but he doesn’t like it. Play the same game for the second time.

Jasma got up: "I'm going to be angry."

He had just taken two steps, and suddenly stopped there. When he reached the second half of the sentence, he was stuck there forcibly, unable to speak at all.

The expression on his face was frozen, as if he had lost the ability to express in an instant, he couldn't even move his face!

The look in his eyes went from surprise to accident, to panic, and finally to panic, even his breathing stopped instantly!

"You're angry?"

Jiang Ning walked in with his hands behind him, walked directly in front of Jasma, turned and sat on the sofa, looking back at Jasma.

Jesma didn't dare to move at all!

What is he!

He...He is coming! How could he come!

"You want to move my person, I feel, it seems I am more angry."